Shoot First Take Pictures Later

British Special Farces today rescued yet another Canadian do gooder/aid worker kidnapped in Afghanistan. Seal clubbing the raggies is a no no I'm sorry to say. Much better to send them all to Eyeland, give em free council houses, benefits and free dental, then watch from behind your curtain as they prowl your street at night murdering your cats for fresh meat and bare faced fun.

Mary Jane Lezzer, 28, some unnamed darkie in his 30's and two Afghan civilians were rescued by a couple of arky-olygists in ghey hats in an early morning raid after being kidnapped on 22 June in Badakhshan province. One of them had a whip, while the older one wore crotchless chaps. It was hot, ok?

British troops, helped by ISAF forces as well the Afghan government, took part in a long route march, sponsored by Adidas, without being discovered until they reached their goal.

A number of Taliban and hostage-takers were killed. Fucking 'A' we rule! Now Old Knudsen was busy and couldn't make it to the rescue..... Ok ok he wasn't asked because he is tagged and under curfew after the incident in the Bronx petting zoo. Fucking monkeys.... trying picking THAT out of your red baboon ass.
Animals do not like Old Knudsen ....... WTF you ask, how could anyone not like Old Knudsen? Oh believe me there have been many.... Maximilien Robespierre, Ayatollah Khomeini, Idi Amin, Pol Pot, Adolf Hitler, Joesph Stalin, Rafael Trujillo, Dick Cheney, Saddam Hussein, Justin Bieber, General Pinochet and a few others. Old Knudsen feels blessed to have been hated by these as then he knows that he is on the side of the ghey angels.

Even Darkie Obama sees Knudsen as an old cannon loose on the deck in the storm, an on the edge burned out fly in the ointment....... Fair comment, Old Knudsen does like to shoot first and take pictures later. So what? Me and Indie kicked raggie ass and lived to tell the very tall tale to you ungrateful cunts.

Ya see yer problem, you Yanks, yer too fucking lazy. Ach don't tell Old Knudsen ya don't drive around a crowded Wal Mart car park for an hour waiting until some one closer to the entrance leaves so ya don't have to do any extra walking.

We Oirish Catholics will ghost walk cross country in the dark for miles and miles or walk stooped over for the last 15 miles so we aren't detected, you lot ride in on Black hawk whirly birds like yer John fucking Wayne in plain daylight and then get surprised when a raghead with a RPG shoots them down.

Predator On The Run

A shallow debaser, a ghey fool amongst fools, a shadow searching for the sun before I can exist. America hates me, I hate me, everyone hates me. It sucks being a Knudsen, just ask my mom., An outcast, a mongrel, a trash monkey, a jizz hound. I eat, speak and mix pure crap. Lounge lizards look down upon me, I am homosexual and proud, I am the world famous Old Knudsen thrown out of the, United States

Special Thanks

My special thanks to the Port Authority, Ellis Island, NYPD, Philip Morris, Colonel Sanders, Gilligan and the Skipper, the guy who invented ghey pornography, the hairy legged washed up B movie star who lives upstairs, and of course his royal highness Pope John-Paul III. No thanks however to Uncle Sam and all those assholes at City Hall who deported me for the minor offense of molestation in the subway. Thank you to the Romanian / Peruvian/ Australian / British / American / Serbian army for training me in the deadly arts of Special Farces, self-rimming and making me a deadly keeler. Thank you to Barry's Tea, Tayto crisps and Arthur Guinness. A special thanks to my right hand for now being my only companion. I love you too Lefty, but not quite as much. Thank you to MJ for introducing me to hordes of her dried up lesbian pen-pals and the smell of her gas. I now have more stored gas fragrances than Estee Lauder. But most of all, thank you to me. Without Knudsen the world would be shittier than a Harlem crapper after a half eaten bucket of greasy fried chicken. Duller than a blog dedicated purely to kittens and horses. Worse than the Beatles animated car-tune movie, and lastly, more lonely than an ageing female Canadian blogger.